Conservative Roots

I come from a family of Republicans.  And while growing up, politics was never a really big topic that we discussed, mulled over or chewed on at the dinner table.  You knew where they stood, period…strongly Republican.

So yesterday my mom called at 8:00 am:

Me:  Hello.

Mom:  I see they have been through your neighborhood.

Me:  Who?  What are you talking about?

Mom:  The Obama sign in your yard.

Me:  Oh yeah, I gave that to Adam for his birthday! Are you driving around my house right now?

Mom:  No.  Your brother saw it this weekend and then called your dad and then your dad told me.

Happy 40th Bro!

Tommy,

Wow…you’re 40, I can’t believe it.  Enjoy every second of it.

Cheers to you.

Ho, ho, WHAAAAAAT?

My dad popped over early this morning. 8:23 to be exact and loaded with a big bag of candy canes for the kids. After they were done mauling him, we had the following conversation.

Have you talked to your mother this morning?

No, why?

I’m surprised she hasn’t called you yet.

WHAT? What’s going on?

I went out for coffee with the guys this morning and before I left I took the garbage and recycling out. And when I came back, your mother had already brought the bins back in.

Yeah, so?

Well, she was Christmas shopping yesterday and she left all the bags on the table…I thought they were garbage. I threw EVERYTHING away.

I let out a large gasp, followed by a loud shriek, all the while holding my hands to my face and squeezing my eyes shut so tight in hopes that if I didn’t see him that he really didn’t do what he just said he did.

What? YOU WHAT? THREW THEM AWAY???

Yeah, I know. I’m in trouble, she’s pretty mad. It really did look like garbage.

Catholic guilt

Phone rings.

Hello.

This is The Father.

Hi Dad.

I was just wondering if you thought I was dead. Since you and your brother don’t call anymore.

You see…it really doesn’t matter to him that we spoke four days ago. If he doesn’t reign supreme in your thoughts on a daily basis he gets feisty or maybe crotchety would be a more fitting word.

BIG brother

Happy Birthday to my one and only BIG brother!

Big brothers are great to have. I love having one. Only once in a blue moon did I wish I had a sister. And that passed quickly, especially when Tom went through his eye liner and hair dying phases.

As I watch my kids kick the crap out of each other, I lovingly think back at how my brother and I did the same thing…

I was in 4th grade and Tom was in 6th. I decided I wanted to make pancakes for him before school. He decided he wanted to flip. I didn’t want his help…screaming, pushing and pulling of the spatula ensued. Ultimately, we ended up wrestling each other to the ground. I on my stomach, arched up in a C shape, Tom riding me like Bodacious with my head/hair in one hand and the spatula pulled back ready to strike in the other.

Then mom walked down the stairs. She WAS NOT pleased!

Oh, I have many stories. And all of them put a little smile on my face.

Love ya Tom. I hope you have a great birthday.

Lil’sis

Mom

Happy 67th Birthday!
Aren’t you excited for my birthday next week, Flag Day, June 14th???

Happy Mother’s Day

Dear Mom,
Thanks for being the wonderful person you are. For always being there for me. For always having time for me. For always wanting the best for me. For always loving me, no matter what.
I love you.
M

Dad

Happy 70th Birthday! Wow, 70…that’s old.
Love,
Your one and only daughter

Are you my Mother?

My mom was over visiting yesterday and I had just gotten a stack of books delivered from Amazon. She was looking them over and ran across Eric Harr